Look Alive Freestyle On Tim Westwood lyrics

Oh, ayy, I bet
That's my sh*t
This beat hard as f*ck
What that n*gga Blocboy say? You come Hell, hahaha
From the Chi, from the Chi, look alive
I've been working like a damn nine-to-five all my life
Put my di*k in your wife
Double back, hit it twice
Run up on me, that's okay, you a pus*y, get shot nine times
I'm in the cut with a super soaker, run up on me and you know it's over
All of my n*ggas they doin', doin' the work like they doin' homework
All of my n*ggas be whippin' the work
Probably selling it at church
Run up on me you get murked
I'ma put you in a hearse
Ayy, ayy, they don't understand
I got the upper hand
Poppin' like rubbеr bands
I may kill your friend, I may kill your man
Then I may just f*ck you on this track let's go to Japan
I'm up in Tokyo coolin' likе Uber, everywhere
I may shoot him in broad day I never care
Look alive that sh*t bright, solar flare
Home run, goin', gone, it's outta here
Me and Westwood smokin' on the backwood
Pre rolled, filled it good that's a packed wood
I may just pop some perkies
I pray to god they workin'
sh*t cut too deep surgeon, pull up on the scene I'll murk him
Turn to a whole different person
Flex on a b*tch like Percules
Matter fact call me Hercules
Same ol' person
f*ck on that b*tch, she from Taiwana
I cannot roll wood, with my marijuana
I am not with the DJ, DJ Drama
Andre with the cash, cash the commas
Look alive, please look alive
'Cause if you look too late f*ck it then you may die
I'm just coolin' trap house
Skate on them n*ggas no black out
I ain't with the flirtin' at all, but, b*tch, I got the Mac out
That sh*t dead Bernie Mac now
Tell them n*ggas to calm down
I feel like Osam now, f*ck the sh*t I'm the bomb now
I'm just vibin' on 'em
I'm just high tryna survive—
Keep this beat goin', I f*ck with this sh*t
Look alive, look alive
Jet lag but I still look alive, jet lag but I still look alive
I only slept for an hour, that's on the plane
But I'm still here, lit as a b*tch, these n*ggas be lame
Run up on me then I'm snatching your life, and I'm snatching your chain, probably snatching your main
I'm kickin' this sh*t like, off of the brain
Half of these n*ggas can't do it
Half of 'em probably look stupid
Run up on me then I do it
I got my hand on my tool
I use that b*tch like a toilet
Flush on that b*tch, I enjoy it
I just went on a voyage, yeah, I just went on a voyage
These shoes cost your mortgage
I—
Ayy, I definitely want to drop a remix to this sh*t, like officially, this beat hard as f*ck
Ayy, ayy, look, these shoes cost your mortgage
And these b*tches imported
Pull up on the scene I'll torch 'em
Ball on them n*ggas full court
Whippin' in the trap no fort
I need a sport
I get some head from yo b*tch 'cause I swear that b*tch is a dork
Run up on him with the chopper, I swear I'ma shoot 'em for real I don't show no remorse
Nah I don't show no remorse
Shoot 'em in his head of course
That's what we aim at
That's what we bang at
n*ggas switching over money that's where they change at
I cannot change over change
b*tch, I'm remaining the same
I'm screaming f*ck all the games, I'll put a shot through your gang
I don't give a f*ck what you say
I'm getting money all day
Ball 'til I'm bald think I need a toupee
Cross the street, the b*tch go both ways
Freestyle sh*t no write
You couldn't pay me to write
I got a .40 on my hip like damn you n*ggas couldn't pay me to fight
n*ggas couldn't pay me to die
Losin' too many n*ggas out this time
What's Juice WRLD on? That n*gga probably out his mind
Well, look alive, do or die
Free my n*gga, he did the time
He ain't do the crime
Don't believe me, I ain't lyin'
I ain't tellin', die